Shenhao: I am the villain, understand?Villains!

According to the past, any news received about or not related to natural disasters should be reported to the security department as soon as possible, and then notified to the major media.

But this time, there was nothing. Neither the security department nor the major media received any news.

This also led to a tragedy. It would be fine if it was only civilians who died, but this time it also affected the current president.

The more he thought about it, the colder his face became, he looked at the two people in front of him, waiting for their answers.

But after waiting for a long time, the two people lying on the ground still had dead expressions on their faces, and they didn't intend to answer until they were kicked twice.

The middle-aged man on duty that night raised his head and spoke the truth hoarsely.

"According to the past, whenever there is an earthquake, whether it is a large earthquake or a small earthquake, our seismograph can detect it."

"It can record the ground movement process in the form of waveform in time, and according to the characteristics of the seismic waveform and travel time, the seismic parameters such as the starting time of the earthquake, the location of the epicenter, the depth of the epicenter, and the magnitude of the earthquake can be calculated."

"And judge whether it is a local earthquake, a local earthquake, a distant earthquake or an extremely distant earthquake."

"At the same time lock the center of the earthquake to achieve the purpose of evacuation."

"But this time is different from the past. We didn't get any news, and our machines didn't receive any feedback."

"It's like... an unpredictable natural disaster that appeared out of thin air."

As he said that, the man suddenly jumped up, pointed at the ruins, looked at Edward with bloodshot eyes, and shouted loudly:

"The devil! The devil! It must be the devil! God has forsaken the bald eagle!"

After speaking loudly, he immediately collapsed to the ground as if he had lost all his strength, and returned to his previous appearance.

Ainorden still had a cold expression on his face, and tapped his fingertips in the air:

"Take it down, the person in charge of the Geological Survey Bureau that night has a serious mental illness."

"And conceal it from the outside world, plus the guards that night neglected their duties."

"It ended up leading to a tragedy like tonight's."

Ainorden deliberately spoke loudly, because there were quite a few reporters and media not far from him.

And his words were also recorded by that group of media, and when he wanted to go forward to ask further questions, he was stopped by others.

"I am a reporter from the New York Times, and you have no right to stop me from investigating the truth of the matter."

"I'm a reporter from a Washington newspaper. I need to interview Secretary Aynorden in person, or I will make public all of your actions tonight."

As the New York Times reporter took the lead, the rest of the reporters also temporarily united, took out their press cards, and spoke righteously.

Ainorden rubbed the center of his brows helplessly. Even he couldn't shut up public opinion. He could only guide and manipulate public opinion where he could.

In the end, I really felt troubled, so I had to wave my hand to let people let go of blocking the reporters.

At this point, the fragile alliance formed by the reporters also collapsed in an instant.

In that narrow entrance, fierce physical confrontation is going on, which is probably one of the reasons why Bald Eagles football is so popular.

In short, in this case, no one remembers what it means to be a gentleman.

What old man?What woman?nonexistent!You squeeze me and I squeeze you, just to get the first interview qualification.

Soon, the first winner emerged. He successfully squeezed in front of Ainorden, put the microphone in his hand to Ainorden's mouth, and started his interview.

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In the afternoon of Xia Guo, the noon has passed for a while, and the sun is also slightly tilted.

Lin Zhenshan had just finished his lunch, and the skewers piled up like a mountain were still piled up on the table.

Suddenly, the phone rang!

Lin Zhenshan frowned. Under normal circumstances, his phone would not ring, and everything was done in the form of documents.

And the ringing of the phone meant that something big might happen.

After sighing, he snapped his fingers, and the skewers on the table disappeared immediately.

In this way, he stretched out his hand and picked up the receiver.

"Hey, it's me, Lin Zhenshan."

"what?"

"Is the news true?"

"Okay, keep your attention. I will follow up on this matter personally. Once the result comes out, I will know as soon as possible."

"it is good."

……

The conversation between the two was very fast. Lin Zhenshan seemed to have heard some news that surprised him. After hanging up the phone, he also grabbed the receiver and remained silent for a long time.

After being dazed for a long time, Lin Zhenshan realized something, put the receiver back to its original position, and shouted:

"shadow."

"Yes, sir."

"Over the Bald Eagle, a magnitude [-] earthquake has just occurred, and the entire White House has been reduced to ruins."

"At present, Barton's life and death are unknown, and the entire political arena of the Bald Eagle is in a mess."

"Try again. Now, let's see if the intelligence department can go deeper."

"Yes."

After hearing Lin Zhenshan's words, the shadow's eyes also flashed surprise, and after nodding in agreement, he disappeared in place.

Lin Zhenshan was the only one left in the office.

"The guards are neglecting their duties, and the head of the Geological Survey has mental illness."

"Meanwhile, the Geological Survey's machines haven't detected an earthquake of that magnitude."

"Can it really be such a coincidence? A coincidence is like a perfect murder."

Lin Zhenshan murmured, then shook his head and laughed at himself:

"How is it possible, how could someone be able to control natural disasters."

"Even if it is an unknown existence after Gang Jin, it should not have such a miracle."

"but……"

"If Barton dies this time, the new one should be the one again... It's out of the question."

"Hehe, it's going to be lively again."

A few hours later, on the Bald Eagle's side, although it was late at night, the excavation work on the White House has not stopped.

The surrounding reporters were also waiting, either in the car or by the side of the road, like vultures, staring at him.

They were all waiting...for the news of Barton's death.